Welcome Back To Fazbear's!

Chapter 17

Pewds P.O.V.

I held Chloe's head as we walked to an abandoned house.

"Hurry Felix! We need work on Chloe." I nodded and followed Cry. When we got there I saw Marzia. This was the only thing that made me work for him. She sat on the stage, we weren't allow to talk to each other. Cry had her like a puppet. Hooks in both her hands, head and feet. I wanted to help her but I couldn't. Cry said himself if I go near her, he'll kill me and make her suffer. I walked over to Chloe and Cry.

"What are you going to do with her?" I asked and a evil grin flashed on his face.

"She's going to be my new puppet, but I'm still going to keep her." He pointed to Marzia. I sighed, I couldn't even look at her. Cry knocked Chloe out and sat her on the same stage as Marzia. Marzia's hands were covered in blood, it was dripping down to the floor. While Cry was hooking Chloe I sat down next to her.

"Hey Marzia." She looked up and me her eyes red and puffy from crying. She sniffled.

"Hey, how's things?" Her voice croaky. I smiled at her.

"Not good with out you." She smiled.

"Felix! Leave her alone or I'll kill her!" Cry yelled from behind me. A tear ran down her face.

"Go." She said then started sobbing again. I walked over to Cry. Chloe was still out cold, but she had hooks in her hands, head and feet. Chloe started to stir. Cry smiled.

"Sit down and watch the show, friend." This old house was an old cinema. I sat on one of the front seats.

"CutiePie! Get your ass over here!" Cry yelled. The curtains closed time for a horror story.

"Welcome PewDiePie! To my puppet show!" The curtains opened. Marzia was standing in the middle of the stage. She was crying.

"This here, is my Second puppet." I could see Cry up the top, controlling her. He pulled one of the stings and her head was held up, you could in her face that every time he moved a sting in was killing her from the inside out. Chloe was pulled into the stage, same hurtful face as Marzia.

"This here is my Third puppet." Cry's grin was getting bigger.

"And for my first puppet. Well, he's sitting in the front row." I looked at my hands and on the back of them was some scars, where the hook would have been.